“I’m dummed if I do” ses I wid indigation.
“Oh shaw” ses Mr. James, “what fools we mortals be. Whares me revolver?” ses he. “I’ll go,” and whistling down he desinds. We heer his voyce shouting at the closed door:
“Who’s there?”
“Whats that?”
“Who?”
“A tillygram?”
“One minute,” and he opened the dure.
“Who’s it for?” arsks the intyre family at wanse.
“Delia!” ses he, and the family larfing wint to there rooms.
“Put it on the bottom stip darlint” ses I, “and get out of site if you plaze.”